A Day in Lockdown

This piece of writing desrcibes how I would go about my day during during lockdown.

I would wake up to sunlight squeezing itself through the curtains, and flushing out the darkness that still lay in the corners of the room. My alarm would still be ringing in my ears, and I would dread waking up from the toasty warmth of my blankets. Eventually I let my eyes open and I’d stare at the ceiling for a good two minutes, before turning and rolling out onto the floor, I will then stand up and stretch my body out like a piece of taffy being stretched in hard candy, while I let out a loud yawn.




I’d then get on with my day by getting ready for our google meet sessions, it was not the easiest part of the day, considering mom was screaming at her own students on a zoom call, the words, Daniel, Harriet, open your document, writing and lunch break were flown around the room, all the way from 8:15 pm to 3 pm. I’d then hop on our google meet and listen to the pleasant voice of Miss Hines explaining our work for the week. From there I’d sit down and eat my cheese sandwich, and stare out the kitchen window watching the rippled ruffled clouds, huddled together with streaks of sunlight outlining their fluffy bodies.




After I’ve had my breakfast it was time to get on with my work, and once I’ve finished a few pieces of work. I would relax and lay back and let my brain melt into my favourite movies and tv-shows, and then, would realize I should start doing something productive after I watched a frog doing a tik tok dance. My mom would be on her morning tea morning break right around now and would ask me to make some tea for her. I would then reply with “ You know what I’ll make something better. I saw this guy make a chocolate cake in a mug, and I think I could do it”. I was about to give up once I had taken the ingredients considering I haven’t had the best relationship with cooking or baking, but I convinced myself I should at least try. To my surprise it came out quite good, and filled the room with the scent of sweet cocoa powder, my triumph feeling was then instantly killed once I found when it had got to the bottom of the mug, there was still a lump of cocoa powder, flour and sugar unmixed and balled up together

, like a clump of hair.




After that not complete disaster, I decided to do something that is much more similar to my liking of fun, read a book, my favorite that I had read during lockdown was The Island of Beyond, it’s definitely a book I would recommended reading during a rainy day, and when you have a cup of hot chocolate in hand. My sister would be finished with all her meets by this time of day, and urge me to go cycling with her to the beach, every time we went a nostalgic memory would be formed in my mind, from watching the oil-painted sunset turn to bright dotted galaxies from far. We’d come home to mom’s freshly baked biscuits, some cracked like a dried up desert plain, but still melted in your mouth like candy floss. At the end of the day I’d give a relieved sigh, that I’ve been quite productive, and satisfied with my work I’ve done. Before heading to bed I’d look at my wristwatch and contemplate when I will ever be able to wear it to school again. I’d then rest my head on my pillow and dream about telling future generations how I survived through a pandemic, of course I’ll add a few more interesting things such as zombies, apocalypse, and scavenging for food. That was my life during lockdown.